I am Rhea Rajan. Born on 29 March, 2007…and yet with lots to share. My parents are Rekha & Rajan...and we now live in Gurgaon. Do let me know how I blog...

After my grandpa’s death, we need support

Posted: September 21st, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Grand Parents | Tags: , , , | 3 Comments »

Sudhir uncle, Rema aunty and Anupam bhiaya are in our house today. When my grandma saw them she started crying. Then they also cried.

Must be something to do with my grandfather’s death. (Note to self: Got to understand what death is).

Anupam bhaiya wasn’t as excited to see me as he usually is. Maybe because he is eight years old he understands death better than me.

There is talk that we will be taking my grandfather to Kerala tomorrow. My father was missing the whole day today. When I asked my mother said he had gone to buy airplane ticket for my grandfather.

Gosh! I am in God’s own country – Kerala

Posted: April 4th, 2007 | Author: | Filed under: Baby Fashion, Kerala | Tags: , , , | Comments Off on Gosh! I am in God’s own country – Kerala
Check out the sweaty me. Dont even have a deo on me...wonder what the visitors will be thinkng of me. Didnt somebody say, Kerala was Gods own country?

Check out the sweaty me. Don't even have a deo on me...wonder what the visitors will be thinkng of me. Didn't somebody say, Kerala was God's own country? Besides, can somebody explain it to my parents that hoods are no longer fashionable.

Today, I came to know that I am Kerala. Some district called Kannur.

Kerala seems like a very hot place. Apparently, it is summers and summers are supposed to be hot. I know because I overheard my father and mother fighting…father was saying that if he were back in Yahoo office, he would be happy in an air conditioned space. That’s when mother got angry and started saying that he should have thought of the Kerala weather before asking her to marry him. I found my mother very logical in her approach.

While on the weather, let me tell you about my clothes. I have a boring wardrobe – all whites and all of them linen. No shoes…just socks. My parents definitely don’t have taste. Everything around this place is also white…the walls, the bed sheets, the fan, my clothes…I am bored.

“Give me some pink,” I shouted once, but nobody seemed to have heard it.

I have some bad news as well…my father is going back. He can’t stay with us any longer. I will miss my dad, though he didn’t do anything special for me…besides hanging around the room.

There was talk of ‘bringing home the bacon’..what in God’s name is a bacon?

Coming into this World

Posted: March 29th, 2007 | Author: | Filed under: Hospitals | Tags: , , , , | 1 Comment »
Thats me on day one. Notice the peace, the tranquility. Also notice the band on my hand saying Rekha Rajans daughter.

Thats me on day one. Notice the peace, the tranquility. Also notice the band on my hand saying "Rekha Rajan's daughter."

Like all big shots before me…Sri Krishna, Jesus etc…I was also born at 12 noon. The day was March 29, 2007. Unlike Sri Krishna & Jesus I didn’t get cool handyman as a father…my father was neither a carpenter nor a shepherd. More on this later.

My father might not be a cool handyman, but he definitely is stupid. I have such pretty features…but he had to remove my dress to find out if I was a boy or a girl.

From a loud nurse, I came to know that I was at St Martin De Porres Hospital in Cherukunnu, Kannur, Kerala. The same nurse also started announcing to the World (gosh! How much I hate these loud mouths) that I was 3.5 Kgs heavy and 50 cms long.

I think I am a little over weight for my height…maybe I should watch my diet over the next couple of months.

My mother is really pretty. I see a lot of love in her eyes…and she cries every time I look into her eyes. Wonder why?

Today my mom looked at my fingers (which are missing nail polish!) and said: “Rhea, did you know…you have long artistic fingers.”

I replied with a polite, “Thank you,” but wonder if she heard it.